Love is lovelier the second time around. Just as wonderful with both feet on the ground. It's that second time you hear your love song sung. Makes you think perhaps that love, like youth, is wasted on the young.
You give me your lips and your lips are so heavenly,. Stars in the sky are all free and they shine for me,. So does the moon in the blue,. All this is mine and heaven too..
I know you come a long way, baby. But you don't need. That heart of stone, no. To prove that you can. Do it, do it, baby. You can make it on your own.
Darn that dream, I dream each night. You say you love me and you hold me tight. But when I awake, you're out of sight. Darn that dream. . Darn your lips and darn your eyes.
Love is lovelier the second time around. Just as wonderful with both feet on the ground. It's that second time you hear your love song sung. Makes you think perhaps that love, like youth, is wasted on the young.
Love is lovelier the second time around. Just as wonderful with both feet on the ground. It's that second time you hear your love song sung. Makes you think perhaps that love, like youth, is wasted on the young.
All the gentle lot of conversation is deader than the dead sea scrolls. We've become the mutest kind of nation,. We're uncommunicating souls. Noone talks, noone talks!.
I'm susceptible to stars in the skies,. I'm incurably romantic,. If they're told to me all covered with sighs,. The wildest of lies seems true.. Each time a lovebird sings,.
Look at the happy people. Christmas is in the air. Well, I know the secret of Christmas. A secret Im willing to share. (Oh, right, yeah, yeah). . Its not the glow you feel when snow appears.
Love is wonderful, the second time around. Just as wonderful, with both feet on the ground. It's that second time you hear your love song sung. Makes you think perhaps that love like youth is wasted.
It's not the glow you feel when snow appears. It's not the Christmas cards you've sent for years. Not the joyful sound when sleigh bells ring. Or the merry song, children sing.
It's not the glow you feel, when snow appears. It's not the Christmas card you've sent for years. Not the joyful sound when Sleigh bells ring. Or the merry songs children sing.
It's not the glow you feel, when snow appears. It's not the Christmas card you've sent for years. Not the joyful sound when Sleigh bells ring. Or the merry songs children sing.
O, my love is like a red, red rose. That's newly sprung in June. O, my love is like a melody. That's sweetly played in tune. . So fair art thou, my bonnie lass.
Buddy I'm sick of shootin' at clay. Dreaming of opening day, how 'bout you?. Yeah me too. The only thing I want to do is hunt with you. Kill a bird or two go get your gun.